In the Age of Species Reassignment
We seem to stand alone
Detached from the us
Embraced by the Me.ness of the Constant Now.
We breathe poisoned air
We eat poisoned food
Plastic covers the Earth
The oceans die
The stars disappear from view.
The world population in 2050
500 million
I will be 98
Will you be one of us?
How do I know all this?
I know nothing.
But
I was born with the Caul
The placenta wrapped around my head
Giving the gift of vision
I see it all.
And I see
Nothing